Do you remember the first movie you have ever watched? Or the first ice cream? Or the first time you come across an amazing sunrise? If you know me, you will know that I don’t have the best memory. While it is a mystery why, I do remember one thing. The first English song I ever heard and loved.
A Little Good News by Anne Murray
I must have been in primary school then. I don’t quite recall how I came to know about it but bits of the song have been floating in my head for years. And today, I actually remember the full song!
There’s a local paper rolled up in a rubber band
One more sad story’s one more than I can stand
Just once how I’d like to see the headline say
“Not much to print today, can’t find nothin’ bad to say”, because
Nobody robbed a liquor store on the lower part of town
Nobody OD’ed, nobody burned a single buildin’ down
Nobody fired a shot in anger, nobody had to die in vain
We sure could use a little good news today
Past couple of weeks have been sobering. It has annoyingly made me toss and think about the transience of life events, direction and ultimately, existence.
Of course, Saving Gaia is probably a greater burden/ cause/ publicity than a person’s selfish wonderment of what can be done better, or just differently. One decision leads to another. I learned that reading Walt Disney books where the development of the story depends on your choice for Mr Scrooge. With books, you can always go to the alternative ending in the book. No question asked.
Sitting at the wake, my eyes warmed to tears that I did not realize that I have for her.
You swam, in synchrony through the night In the rush, we dived. Sorry for not being where, this night, the night your eternity lies.
Spent the past two months soaking up company and snapping photos. Like most people, I try to keep to my new year resolutions in the early part of the new year. Doing pretty well so far.
Of the many things, finally made it to the Marina Barrage. View from the nation’s pride was stunning. It stirs a silent sense of peace and at the same time, makes one whine about not having a better camera that can handle night shots.
Side lesson – never sit in a cigar room when you don’t smoke. Your eyes will be the first to go. Having said that, Connoisseur Divan is lovely with pleasant hosts.
In lieu of physical attendance, a care package was sent today to stand in for my well wishes across the many oceans which-I-cannot-name-as-my-geography-sucks-and-I-don’t-want-to-google to the bride-to-be. It is a lousy feeling knowing that a roll of ribbon and hyperglitter wrapping paper are going to take my place.
John spoke about streamlined-friendship over the net. Does the same experience apply when offline relationships goes on the internet highway? When it happens, do people stay that way simply because “they can no longer make it” for the in-the-flesh events anymore?
People say the internet does not breed real and lasting relationships.
She passed away yesterday, suddenly. We have never met but yet I distinctly felt my heart sink. The shock rippled through, especially amongst the old-timers. It is not her young age, it is not her impending graduation, it is not her unfulfilled travel wish. It is just because she was a familiar person whom we have grown to recognise and trust for the past few years.